Fallenblades643
Seeker of the Divine Taste
Simple.
Because there are always more. Its called the Blind ETERNITIES for a reason.
Knocking on Heaven's Door [MtG/Multicross/SI]
- Thread starter shadenight123
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Because there are always more. Its called the Blind ETERNITIES for a reason.
BobtjeNORMALguy
Color From Beyond
- Location
- Lost in time and space
Infinite number of possible planes (not including their mirror realities). Makes it quite difficult to get every piece of loot that exists sadly.
Ryven Razgriz
I need a Gun and I'll let you know 'What's up?'.
- Location
- South East Asia
Good Kid Syndrome or Lazy Kid Syndrome. Take your pick.
- Location
- Somewhere
I meant in the sense that... Bell's Argonaut shit is a known quantity. And, presumably, there's no point to getting it more than once. So why not until now? Moreover, even within planes known to our fiction there've gotta be some similar powers. Why none of those? I mean, yeah, IDGAF because it's easy to ignore, but still.
The first I don't buy for an instant when it's functionally guiltless anyways. The latter I might for a youngish Oldwalker, but at this point you've gotta be desperate for new experiences.
I mean that's my point. Yes, the Blind Eternities are limitless. But an SI has specific knowledge of certain planes (if we assume that the fiction-reflects-other-realities rule holds) and as an Oldwalker a theoretically limitless amount of time and few or no permanent obstacles. Granted, finding the right planes at first might be troublesome, but you would sooner or later (as evidenced by how easily current Shadewalker gets to the planes he wants), at which point known entities would be very easy to cherrypick. Yeah, maybe you don't want to this instant, but we're talking about a time scale larger than that used to measure the lifespan of Earthly civilizations. And once you have it the infinite mirrored realities of a plane are irrelevant; one copy of the power is basically equivalent to all copies of it. Even if you just fuck around for millenia these things would pile up organically, and if you were a sliver specialist with morals that stop at "maybe resurrect the innocents after you gank them for their shiny shit" you'd by all expectations be a prime candidate for interplanar filming of Hoarders.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
after a point, I would likely create a flesh body avatar to go around with minimal powers doing stuff in. Like messing with plots in different settings in different levels of power. Join Hestia's familia with the avatar, get a persona, all that stuff that would normally and still be pointless afterwards for the sake of entertainment. And then just reset it and move on to the next one. Granted, that would be well after the point of having fucktons of personal Oldwalker power to defend against other planeswalkers.
Baughn
Healing-type writer
- Location
- Dublin
What you're describing is just the Friendly AI problem, slightly weakened because it's harder for an Oldwalker to "Win everything forever"; something rather more likely in reality, where there may be no aliens whatsoever.
It's a horrifically difficult problem, but that's no excuse not to try. Besides, I'd hang around this place at least until there's an actual AI around, and if it's solvable for that then it's no doubt solvable for walkers as well. But I get it; you'd rather have an excuse to give in to your impulses. If those are your actual thoughts, then I'm just as glad we'll never meet. In any case, this story is clearly better suited for you than for me, so you won't have to argue against me again.
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Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
Not like trying to explain that would likely work out any better.
"Hey, look, I need to eat you to get you to get your ability. I swear, it's only temporary. Where are you going?! I swear you'll get better afterwards!"
- Location
- The Medium
Statements like this make me think that some sliverwalkers are vore fetishists.
Draconite101
That Guy
- Location
- Unknown
Considering how long Walker!Shade had been around, how many SVers and Spacebattlers do you think he's had to put down? While the majority likely wouldn't cause too much trouble, at least a few would try to shake things up. He's proof of that.
Chapter Thirty-Eight (Is it Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?)
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- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Thirty-Eight (Is it Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?)
The crystal ceiling of the eighteenth floor had begun to pulse darkly for a while, and in no small part it was due to the Slivers draining it of its light and energy. As the pieces were sucked dry, they would crumble and fall down, the trees dying all around us as the Dungeon's screaming cries of pain remained unheard by the common folks. I twirled a flawless replica of Bell's dagger in my right hand, even as I walked calmly and alone towards the outskirts of the village of Rivira.
The adventurers standing there were battle-hardened veterans, men and women who didn't need to be told how much life sucked to understand it was truly horrible.
"Hey yo!" I said, grinning and waving a hand in the direction of the men on the walls. "Listen up!" I deftly summoned forth a flawless replica of Asfi and Hermes' heads, starting to juggle them for the rest of the adventurers to see, "I want Bell Cranel! Hand him to me, and I'll spare you all. Defend him, and I'll have to kill you all." From the nearby lake, a massive towering behemoth of tentacles and teeth emerged, easily overshadowing the village itself as it bellowed to the skies a mighty war cry. "You have one minute."
The cries from within the village of Rivira were all I needed to hear. The wooden large doors opened up abruptly two minutes later —I was kind enough to give them an extension, since I had a bird view of the inside of the village, and it appeared that both Loki's adventurers and Ryuu didn't seem inclined to hand Bell over to the angrily demanding citizens of Rivira. Lili and Welf were easily recognizable in the rabble, and they too seemed to be keen on defending Bell's life, even though the boy's eyes soon took up the glint of the hero ready to die for his friends.
When he spoke, he said nothing I didn't already expect him to say. When he stepped out of the village, he stepped outside alone. I discarded the two heads, letting them roll on the ground and come to a halt quite close to Bell.
His crimson eyes shone with determination as he clenched his fists, and as they did, I hummed and threw in an upward arc a replica of his daggers to land squarely at his feet. He glanced down at them, and then picked them up, his face for a brief instant showing surprise. They weren't just replicas, but to his fingers, to his very being, they were the real deal. "Why are you doing all this?" he asked, "What did I do to cause all of this?"
I summoned two more for my own use, and then laughed. "Well then, Mister Cranel," I said with a drawl. "You have something I desire," I gingerly took a stance that outright copied his own flawlessly. "Don't mind if I claim it from your body."
I rushed forth, my body nimbly spinning in mid-air as my entire being deformed. The next second, my bright smile would have blinded any weak-willed woman, for my white hair and red eyes, coupled with my face, were now a flawless replica of Bell Cranel's own. We clashed, our fighting styles identical as the daggers met and crossed, both nimbly dodging each other's attacks. Thrusts followed feints, parries were met with kicks and elbow strikes. The noise of the blades crashing against one another were the prelude to the energy that I knew was building within Bell.
"You know," I whispered as we locked blades, "Your goddess will die next," I continued with a cheeky grin. I slammed my foot into his stomach, sending him to skid on the grass as I laughed uproariously. "Then I will kill your precious Sword Princess," I hummed, twirling my daggers. "I reckon the fact that they'll die while gazing at your face will be the sweetest of things don't you think?"
Bell screamed as he rushed forward, small chimes ringing as his next blow actually broke through my defense and my rib cage, spraying out blood by the score. I smiled as the wound sealed itself shut a second later, my daggers twisting and slicing into Bell's chest with vicious precision. Enough to hurt, enough to make him bleed, but not enough to kill him. Our blades locked once more, the desperation in Bell's eyes slowly replaced with the determination of a Hero who believed he could win, who had seen his enemy bleed and so knew the enemy could be defeated.
It was the folly of youth. Just because someone bleeds, it doesn't mean they can be defeated. Sometimes, they bleed just so they can unleash acid from their bodies. Every single attack he made was batted away, every single firebolt thrown met with a similar one. I flawlessly copied his fighting style, his strikes and his actions down to the very last twitching of his muscles. He suddenly spun on himself as he brought both daggers down in a vertical swipe.
The move made no sense, but perhaps he had realized I was copying his fighting style and was trying to improvise a new one on the fly. I disarmed him with grace, shifting my blades' position to strike him with the blunt side of my daggers' pommels. He jumped backwards, fingers dragging themselves on the ground as I scoffed, glancing toward the spectators that were crowding the wooden palisade's top.
"Eeny Meeny Miny Moe," I said nonchalantly, "Here you see my dagger go," I threw my left dagger with speed and precision, and as it impacted with the target I had intended, Liliruca Arde's eyes widened for the last time as the hilt of Bell's replica dagger was all that stuck out of her forehead. She fell on her back and out of sight, even as the scream of Hestia from the balcony was soon echoed by Welf Crozzo's own.
"LilI!" Bell's scream signaled the boy's frenzied rush forward as he grabbed only one dagger, the one Hestia had bought him, the one meant to grow together with him. I gingerly began to block and parry his thrusts, the smile on my face never ceasing to increase as I felt the power of the Argonaut overcharge and go past his limits.
"The next one will be Aiz," I said with a bright smile, "One minute, Bell! One minute and then your precious Sword Princess dies next!" bubbling laughter escaped my lips as I saw the dagger in Bell hand shine brighter than before, the attacks' increase in speed easily visible to my eyes. I smiled, I smiled as I felt the ringing sound of bells followed by a downward swipe that shone with brilliant light.
And just as it did, I slammed my free hand against his wrist and tentacles dug into the energies just eagerly waiting for release.
Pulsing mana crystals emerged from my back as they shone of the same brilliance of the sun, my face an inch away from Bell's own. "One day, everything you cherish will be lost to you, Bell Cranel." I gingerly lowered my forehead against his, the smile not leaving my lips, not even once. The light faded from Bell's attack, the boy falling down on his knees sapped of all of his strength, "But it is not today." I placed my hands in my pockets and began to walk past him, towards the passage that lead deeper into the depths of the dungeon, my face morphing back to my old one.
The gigantic Sliver that had until then stood watchful over the village of Rivira moved away from it, breaking the trees on his path towards the lower levels. The Skep that had been at the entrance of the dungeon by my unspoken command disappeared, reappearing in my right hand with but a thought.
Liliruca would probably wake up in a few minutes, her forehead with a dark blotch but nothing more. I hadn't actually kept the blade as I had hit her, and while I did knock her off the wooden palisade, I hadn't actually killed her in doing so.
"Leave the Dungeon less you wish to see it crumble over your heads," I remarked. "And if I were you, I'd evacuate the tower of Babel too. When this falls...then, well, the tower's going to fall too."
The satisfying thud of Bell's body hitting the ground was music to my ears.
Then, when the day comes that you decide to end it all, let's have one last fight! My beliefs—they will certainly be stronger than yours!
Silly Bell. Strength is strength. Beliefs...mean nothing to it.
The crystal ceiling of the eighteenth floor had begun to pulse darkly for a while, and in no small part it was due to the Slivers draining it of its light and energy. As the pieces were sucked dry, they would crumble and fall down, the trees dying all around us as the Dungeon's screaming cries of pain remained unheard by the common folks. I twirled a flawless replica of Bell's dagger in my right hand, even as I walked calmly and alone towards the outskirts of the village of Rivira.
The adventurers standing there were battle-hardened veterans, men and women who didn't need to be told how much life sucked to understand it was truly horrible.
"Hey yo!" I said, grinning and waving a hand in the direction of the men on the walls. "Listen up!" I deftly summoned forth a flawless replica of Asfi and Hermes' heads, starting to juggle them for the rest of the adventurers to see, "I want Bell Cranel! Hand him to me, and I'll spare you all. Defend him, and I'll have to kill you all." From the nearby lake, a massive towering behemoth of tentacles and teeth emerged, easily overshadowing the village itself as it bellowed to the skies a mighty war cry. "You have one minute."
The cries from within the village of Rivira were all I needed to hear. The wooden large doors opened up abruptly two minutes later —I was kind enough to give them an extension, since I had a bird view of the inside of the village, and it appeared that both Loki's adventurers and Ryuu didn't seem inclined to hand Bell over to the angrily demanding citizens of Rivira. Lili and Welf were easily recognizable in the rabble, and they too seemed to be keen on defending Bell's life, even though the boy's eyes soon took up the glint of the hero ready to die for his friends.
When he spoke, he said nothing I didn't already expect him to say. When he stepped out of the village, he stepped outside alone. I discarded the two heads, letting them roll on the ground and come to a halt quite close to Bell.
His crimson eyes shone with determination as he clenched his fists, and as they did, I hummed and threw in an upward arc a replica of his daggers to land squarely at his feet. He glanced down at them, and then picked them up, his face for a brief instant showing surprise. They weren't just replicas, but to his fingers, to his very being, they were the real deal. "Why are you doing all this?" he asked, "What did I do to cause all of this?"
I summoned two more for my own use, and then laughed. "Well then, Mister Cranel," I said with a drawl. "You have something I desire," I gingerly took a stance that outright copied his own flawlessly. "Don't mind if I claim it from your body."
I rushed forth, my body nimbly spinning in mid-air as my entire being deformed. The next second, my bright smile would have blinded any weak-willed woman, for my white hair and red eyes, coupled with my face, were now a flawless replica of Bell Cranel's own. We clashed, our fighting styles identical as the daggers met and crossed, both nimbly dodging each other's attacks. Thrusts followed feints, parries were met with kicks and elbow strikes. The noise of the blades crashing against one another were the prelude to the energy that I knew was building within Bell.
"You know," I whispered as we locked blades, "Your goddess will die next," I continued with a cheeky grin. I slammed my foot into his stomach, sending him to skid on the grass as I laughed uproariously. "Then I will kill your precious Sword Princess," I hummed, twirling my daggers. "I reckon the fact that they'll die while gazing at your face will be the sweetest of things don't you think?"
Bell screamed as he rushed forward, small chimes ringing as his next blow actually broke through my defense and my rib cage, spraying out blood by the score. I smiled as the wound sealed itself shut a second later, my daggers twisting and slicing into Bell's chest with vicious precision. Enough to hurt, enough to make him bleed, but not enough to kill him. Our blades locked once more, the desperation in Bell's eyes slowly replaced with the determination of a Hero who believed he could win, who had seen his enemy bleed and so knew the enemy could be defeated.
It was the folly of youth. Just because someone bleeds, it doesn't mean they can be defeated. Sometimes, they bleed just so they can unleash acid from their bodies. Every single attack he made was batted away, every single firebolt thrown met with a similar one. I flawlessly copied his fighting style, his strikes and his actions down to the very last twitching of his muscles. He suddenly spun on himself as he brought both daggers down in a vertical swipe.
The move made no sense, but perhaps he had realized I was copying his fighting style and was trying to improvise a new one on the fly. I disarmed him with grace, shifting my blades' position to strike him with the blunt side of my daggers' pommels. He jumped backwards, fingers dragging themselves on the ground as I scoffed, glancing toward the spectators that were crowding the wooden palisade's top.
"Eeny Meeny Miny Moe," I said nonchalantly, "Here you see my dagger go," I threw my left dagger with speed and precision, and as it impacted with the target I had intended, Liliruca Arde's eyes widened for the last time as the hilt of Bell's replica dagger was all that stuck out of her forehead. She fell on her back and out of sight, even as the scream of Hestia from the balcony was soon echoed by Welf Crozzo's own.
"LilI!" Bell's scream signaled the boy's frenzied rush forward as he grabbed only one dagger, the one Hestia had bought him, the one meant to grow together with him. I gingerly began to block and parry his thrusts, the smile on my face never ceasing to increase as I felt the power of the Argonaut overcharge and go past his limits.
"The next one will be Aiz," I said with a bright smile, "One minute, Bell! One minute and then your precious Sword Princess dies next!" bubbling laughter escaped my lips as I saw the dagger in Bell hand shine brighter than before, the attacks' increase in speed easily visible to my eyes. I smiled, I smiled as I felt the ringing sound of bells followed by a downward swipe that shone with brilliant light.
And just as it did, I slammed my free hand against his wrist and tentacles dug into the energies just eagerly waiting for release.
Pulsing mana crystals emerged from my back as they shone of the same brilliance of the sun, my face an inch away from Bell's own. "One day, everything you cherish will be lost to you, Bell Cranel." I gingerly lowered my forehead against his, the smile not leaving my lips, not even once. The light faded from Bell's attack, the boy falling down on his knees sapped of all of his strength, "But it is not today." I placed my hands in my pockets and began to walk past him, towards the passage that lead deeper into the depths of the dungeon, my face morphing back to my old one.
The gigantic Sliver that had until then stood watchful over the village of Rivira moved away from it, breaking the trees on his path towards the lower levels. The Skep that had been at the entrance of the dungeon by my unspoken command disappeared, reappearing in my right hand with but a thought.
Liliruca would probably wake up in a few minutes, her forehead with a dark blotch but nothing more. I hadn't actually kept the blade as I had hit her, and while I did knock her off the wooden palisade, I hadn't actually killed her in doing so.
"Leave the Dungeon less you wish to see it crumble over your heads," I remarked. "And if I were you, I'd evacuate the tower of Babel too. When this falls...then, well, the tower's going to fall too."
The satisfying thud of Bell's body hitting the ground was music to my ears.
Then, when the day comes that you decide to end it all, let's have one last fight! My beliefs—they will certainly be stronger than yours!
Silly Bell. Strength is strength. Beliefs...mean nothing to it.
StellarMonarch
Myrmidon
- Location
- Québec
Bell Cranel is the protagonist of DanMachi and his special super duper MC skill is Argonaut, in which the more heroic he is, the more powerful he becomes. In this chapter, Shade was coaxing it out of him by pretending to be the villain and then extracted it at its peak.
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EDIT: As bullshit as Realis Phrase is, I doubt Cranel would power up dramatically enough in such a short amount of time for it to matter to Shade, unless I'm misunderstanding it?
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How can you not like something that cute?!
- Location
- Net Slum Tartarga
You don't just steal a man's cool dagger!
... seems to me a heroism-becomes-strength power would just make this Shade weaker.
Jackercracks
In a British accent
- Location
- England
Could be it's a temporary power up that he just hasn't been bothered to charge recently, or that doing things this way produces a power boost that requires more time and energy to maintain than he normally can be bothered to do. My guess is that he's filling up all those crystals on his back with a particular type of energy that's easiest gathered from Danmachi, and when he's done he's going to use them to do... something. Something big.
Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
Algalon
Herald of the Titans
- Location
- Celestial Planetarium
Against the Dungeon, he is putting his swarm against it to force evolution and gain new strains. Since he's also draining the magic, maybe lots of free mana?
Against Cranel, I guess he is trying to trigger Realis Phrase (Bell's speed leveling skill) so hard, that Bell will rapidly gain stats and perhaps even levels as he pushes himself to the limit. Considering how Realis Phrase's bonus depends on the strength of Bell's resolve, killing two gods, one of his friends and threatening everybody else... yeah. Talk about power leveling.
Alternatively, he is either using Argonaut's charge generating ability to get large amounts of colorless mana, or trying to turn it (and perhaps Cranel) into a card?
Syn0
QoP of Pain
- Location
- Low Priority T_T
Bell Cranel has the skills "Argonaut" and "Realis Phrase". The first one is litterally heroicism (is that a word?) incarnate: become stronger while you defend the maiden against the evil dragon; something along those lines. The second one causes absurd growth in strength as long as you chase your goal.
Edit: I'm wondering when Shade will visit DxD universe. Boosted Gear and Divine Dividing Slivers should be a nightmare.
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I the Danmachi universe, the gods were bored so they went to Earth to pass the time. It's all a big game to them, they empower humans and other beings to be like rpg characters with stats and all that. There were lots of monsters on Earth so the mortals were happy with that. If the Gods use theirs powers, they are sent back to heaven and have to wait their turn to go back to Earth, so they are baseline mortals unless they use theirs powers (Arcana) (it takes like forever so it's a game over for them since they have to go back and work). If you do something badass / special enough, you level up, and you may gain specials skills. Some have special skills from the start.
Bell, the protagonist, has one that let him gain stats WAY faster than normal (previous record for lvl 1 to 2 was like a year and he did it in weeks) so long he has an objective, he want to catch up to the Sword Princess who is lvl 6 and basically an army killer ( only one dude is lvl 7 IIRC and he kind of cheated). He also get one other that let him charge an attack to do insane damage (Argonaut I think it's called) or something like that it's powerfull and can't be used often.
I guess Shadewalker copied both skills, which will make his slivers/him even more powerfull since the power he needs to prevent wars between Walkers is kind of ridiculous.
But she only did it so he could have his Big Damn Heroes moment and add her to his harem!
- Location
- Mountains and rivers
And Shade tried really hard. Cf. Shade resurrecting a person more than 60,000 times yet not feeling anything from it.
It seems to me you're grasping for straws to hate this story. The friendly AI has nothing on Shade; Shade can reverse time, resurrect people, go wherever he wants, spent countless time doing this, etc.
So, uh, he can just do whatever the fuck and remove the consequences when he feels like it. Cf. taking a gratuitously evil persona but not killing Lili.
Jerry Finch
Stupid but lucky.
- Location
- Slightly closer than you would be comfortable with
We're all the heroes of our own stories. Something to think about.
- Location
- Serbia
You would try and you would fail because a "perfect" morality system does not exist. There is no objective morality. Certainly, there may exist a set or moral values that would perfectly fit humanity and lead to prosperous and peaceful societies. We haven't found it yet but it might exist (it goes without saying that it would be very different from what we have today. It could even be so different that parts of it would be considered pure evil by modern standards).
Thing is, the multiverse contains beings other then humans. Some are so different that what they would consider good would be evil to humans and vice versa. What would you do then when you encounter these beings who are biologically predisposed to be evil? Kill them all? Change them against their will? What would be the point of it all? The multiverse is infinite and whether you spend all your time being a hero, a villain or something else, none of it matters. So, why not enjoy yourself? Morality has it's place. It is necessary for societies and groups of people to function. It is nothing more then a pointless shackle when applied to godlike individuals. Those who have infinite power also have infinite freedom. It is why many people (me among them) would like to become gods.
And I'll have you know that I am a very nice guy. Everyone says so. My mother especially. Now, I'd be far less nice if you gave me power but that's true for everybody. As for arguing, I don't mind it. I find it fun actually. That said, if you don't want to read this story then that's up to you. I will keep reading it.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
Well, that is something to think about.